Bloody cats
Apr. 29th, 2007 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI was going to write this long & happy post about Alt:Fiction in Derby, back from which I have just come: how I met nice people and had a nice time and all of that; and then I was meaning to move on to be cheerful about the cats, and how we had all had tea & cake (they both like my fruit cake, nom d'un nom! - and Mac likes to fish dead tealeaves out of the pot and eat them. I only interrupted when he started to stick his head into the pot - you should understand, none of my teapots have lids, because I break them - and I saw how he was folding his ears back to get them through, and I thought "he's never going to get out again", which may have been paranoid, but it could also be paranoid and true). And so on.
Instead, I have only to report that bloody Mac has this habit of springing lightly from the floor onto the desk here, and it can now be asserted that he also has the habit of spilling a full glass of wine all over everything, because he has now done it twice. 'Everything' in this context includes that little pile of floppy disks that I had made, old texts that I might want to recover, that I have no copies of except on those old floppies. Whether spilled wine will prevent their recovery, I do not know; they are currently drying in a sandwich of paper towels, and we will see. Snarl...
Instead, I have only to report that bloody Mac has this habit of springing lightly from the floor onto the desk here, and it can now be asserted that he also has the habit of spilling a full glass of wine all over everything, because he has now done it twice. 'Everything' in this context includes that little pile of floppy disks that I had made, old texts that I might want to recover, that I have no copies of except on those old floppies. Whether spilled wine will prevent their recovery, I do not know; they are currently drying in a sandwich of paper towels, and we will see. Snarl...